I paid at the counter for a taxi at KLIA2 a few weeks ago to take me to Bandar Sunway. My cabbie was an elderly Malay man who liked quoting Shakespeare. (He was somewhat older than even me).
We began small talk in Malay, but he soon thought it best that we switch to English after witnessing my faltering use of the language. I was glad he did. It turned out that he was born and raised in Penang, like I was; and went to a missionary school, like I. And he studied English Literature, like I did.
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